When Laura looks at me I can tell that it’s over, no matter how long this goes on or whatever either of us says, we’re done. Sure, I’d like it to be different but there’s relief built into acceptance. There may even have been something different to be done, who knows? Our time is poured out now and sets beneath our feet, all we can do is keep walking or get stuck in the past. It’s sad information to have. When I tell her I don’t know what to do anymore, she says, ‘Maybe we should just get pizza.’
Nic
Nic Addenbrooke is a freelance writer, editor, content creator, radio broadcaster, part-time poet and sometimes artist. Nic has been coming to terms with existence for years. He currently lives and works in Brisbane where he struggles to turn the cacophony of voices in his head into things of substance. It doesn’t always work but occasionally produces a nice veneer of sanity.
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